Person A is about to propose to person B, but realises they can't find the ring.
If you'd have told Alex Vause two years ago that she was going to fall in love with the innocent, wide eyed blonde whom she'd accidentally on purpose overheard ordering a margarita in a random Brooklyn bar, she wouldn't have believed you. If you'd have told Alex Vause that she would eventually propose to her very own Laura Ingalls Wilder, she definitely wouldn't have believed you. A whole lot can change in two years.
Manhattan. Sunrise. Coffee, pancakes and the voice of Piper Chapman humming along to Beyonce flooded the apartment. A groggy Alex Vause appeared at the kitchen doorway, sliding black rimmed glasses behind her ears, fiddling with the rolled sleeve of a grey V neck t-shirt.
"Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch got me looking so crazy right now." the blonde continued, shaking a little too much. She was wearing one of Alex's over sized Nirvana shirts, almost resembling a night dress, golden curls falling past her shoulders. Alex didn't move, her lips forming a huge grin as she watched the completely oblivious blonde continue her little routine. It wasn't until Piper went to reach for the kettle that she saw the other woman's figure leaning against the wall behind her.
"SHIT!" Piper yelled, her cheeks turning pinker by the second. She swallowed hard, refusing to look Alex in the eyes. "Al, how long have you been standing there for?!"
"Are you quite finished?" Alex chuckled, snaking her arms around the blonde, who was now facing the worktop, pouring boiling liquid into two large mugs. "I thought I'd woken up in Beyonce's apartment for a second, you were that good."
Piper turned to face Alex, placing a light kiss on her lips. "Morning, Babe. I made pancakes."
"Morning, Honey." Alex smirked, leaning for the sticky bottle of honey which sat beside the hob.
"You're an idiot."
"I know."
Alex had been planning to ask Piper for weeks. Months. She just didn't know when the time was right. She could've chosen Bali, Brussels, the Caribbean, but nowhere felt as homely as the one bedroom apartment which the pair shared on the West Side. It was May, almost a month before Piper's Birthday, and Alex couldn't think of a more perfect moment to do it.
Piper was tucked up next to Alex on the sofa as she scrolled aimlessly through the channels, eating a bag of Haribo's which she'd found stuffed behind the cushion from a few nights ago.
"Hey, Pipes. Can I ask you something?" Alex swallowed hard, trying to remain as casual as possible.
"No, I don't think it's too early to be eating these." she waved the bag in Alex's face, as she found a Friends rerun.
"That wasn't what I was going to ask you."
"What is it then?" the blonde shifted slightly, her eyes searching for Alex's.
"I," Alex paused, clearing her throat before continuing. Shit, she was nervous. "I've been searching for something my whole life, and I didn't quite know what that was until a few years ago, y'know." Piper, slightly confused but intrigued, simply nodded. "From the moment you walked into that bar, I don't know how, but I just knew you were different. I can't imagine another day on this earth without you by my side. I finally figured out what it was that I had been searching for."
"Al," Piper started, finally figuring out what was maybe about to happen.
"I was searching for you, Pipes." she reached into her back pocket to grab the diamond ring which had cost a little too much. She fumbled slightly, Piper's eyes starting to water.
"Fuck." Alex muttered, sighing. "It's somewhere in here, I swear." she chuckled, finding herself growing even more nervous. Seeing Alex Vause nervous was an incredibly rare sight. "Give me that bag." smirking, she fished around the packet of sweets until she found a Haribo ring.
The pair erupted in giggles.
"Piper Chapman, will you marry me?"
"Yes." her eyes overflowing with tears as Alex slid the makeshift ring onto her finger.
"I love you, Pipes."
Piper crawled into Alex's lap, until their foreheads were grazing each other's, ever so lightly. She leaned down slightly, connecting their lips and pulling the candy from her finger before placing it into Alex's mouth. "I don't like the red ones, Pipes."
"Whatever, Wife. I hope you got me a real ring, because there's gonna be an issue getting that one back." she pointed at Alex's stomach.
"Whatever, Wife." she echoed, as Piper hit her upper arm playfully.
"I love you too, Al."